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george has his “love you dream ❤️” tweet frame sitting on his desk in his office!! (& the globe dream bought him right behind it!)


#dnf#dreamnotfound#dreamwastaken#georgenotfound#dream#mcyt#gnf#february 25#favorites#dnfblr#gnfblr#dreamblr
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DREAM replied to some tweets! + +


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#photography#alternative#nature#alt#dark#creepy#trees#forest#dark art#spooky#goth#gothic#winter#fall#halloween#purple#witch#witches#magick#witchcraft#aesthetic#dark aesthetic#night#comfy#stars#sky#whimsical#whimsy#dream
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This brings me so much peace in my soul 🩵 I'm ready for that deep slumber calling to me. Dream beautiful dawlins ... until tomorrow. 💤💕

Midnight Blue ~ by Bhuminan Piyathasanan
#good vibes#good night#sweetest dreams#sweet dreams#good night kiss#monday night#night#i need sleep#sleeping beauty#moon rising#dreams of an insomniac#dreams#dream#bedtime#stars#night sky#mom blog#moon kisses#kisses#kiss#nevada girl#skylovers
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i love your cicre c!dream design! i recently listened to epic for the first time and watched the amimatics and i kinda saw ody as c!dream after pandora but loved your work aswell! i didnt think anyone in the smp would like epic lol

Tysm!! Another epic fan!!
It never crossed my mind about dream being ody until you pointed out pandora lol
Guess that makes Sam calypso then
#I’m so sorry this took so long I wanted to draw something but my mind said no#dreblr#c!dream#dream#cdream#c!dream fanart#dreamwastaken#dream fanart#art
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that one anon:
Aw I wish I could tag them! Well, they’ll probably see it.
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this reminds me of a hauntjng dream i had awhile ago.
it is with joy and sadness I tell you he has begun to die tonight. when I came back with my father to examine the deer, it was already gone. dad did not belive me. he said I was acting crazy again. that he would take a back to the hospital if this happened again. I was confused, I did not know how to convince daddy that I had seen the deer. I could not speak or tell him of the noises I heard rustling in the forest and ditch. but the noise listened and it heard the noise that I did not make. the bushes rustled, there was a familiarity that grew closer. daddy pulled me behind him. it's antlers were larger than I had remembered. I wonder what it's eyes spoke to my fathers when it stared back. it might have been his last wishes. my father didn't have time to pull out his gun, there was no reason to anyway. the deer turned and went into a clearing, it wanted to rest before it had the energy to die.
my father told me to cover my ears. that he would finish the deer as it must have been in great pain. but things had other plans. I wonder if dad felt the same fear boiling his skin as I felt in mine. I wonder if his heart and throat became one beating mass as mine did. I wonder why it bothered to tell us it was here. my daddy must have felt what I had. he had his gun pointed at the night, but it was all around us. it's stench felt like a hug. I think it was being so loud on purpose. its whispering and growls a mockery to our ideas of control. as it tried to get closer, we moved farther back, until we could move no farther or we would fall apon the deer. but it never came closer. never as long as the deer breathed and we stayed by it. we coward by the deers side, until the night became restless and left us alone.
when we thought it had gone and must have been far off we left the deers side. and it seemed to die as soon as we stood. a final apology. my fathers gun was drawn as we walked back to the tent and the light around us had begun to fade. we hid in the tent. and the night returned it was growling louder, it was mocking us that we had thought it was not always watching. it whispered to us things we could understand but could not know. we knew we would did and it drove us mad. we ran from the tent as the beast chased us, seperating itself from the night. daddy shot at it, it screamed. we ran. we ran till we saw what could have been a porch light or heaven. we did not care which it turned out to be.
the cabin was two stories, with stairs climbing to a large porch on the second. we ran up the stairs and locked all the doors and closed all the curtains when we came in. but the beast did not return. we could only hear it's screams. the clocks were broken and for a moment I knew this was a dream. but the tapping on the door lead me deeper. we looked through the curtains to see a demon. she called to daddy. she whispered she could help. that she could save both him and I. he opened the door and let her in. she carried a book. she told him that if he translated the book for her, she could stop the beast from ending our lives. dad did not trust her, we argued about what was right to do. he told me I did not know what was best for me. and he shook her hand agreeing to the deal, and the father became only a man as the spirt of God left his soul. me and daddy went back into the home and as he translated the book, i wept.
this action did not go unoticed. and no longer then 30 minutes must have gone by when upon the porch we heard 3 great thuds. my dad went out with his gun and there crumbled lay 2 fawns and there mother and as I came out to become apart of its audience, the beast hiding by the stairs, reached out and pulled the mother into darkness. dad prayed but the words burnt his tounge and caused him to vomit. he asked me to pray instead. and as I went to ask God for help I woke up.

It’s not too late to turn back
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Nightmare, sees Pallette for the first time:
Nightmare, to Dream: Do something!
Dream, about Ink: What do you want me to do? Unfuck them or something?
#undertale#undertale au#sans the skeleton#sans#incorrect quotes#dream sans#dream#nightmare sans#nightmare#ink sans#ink
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dream: wait, now you can smell like me. like you’ve always wanted
george: I feel like- *sniffs* you don’t use that do you?
dream: i use the green one most often
george: this doesn’t smell like dream
#february 25#dnf#dreamnotfound#dreamwastaken#georgenotfound#dream#mcyt#gnf#dnf clips#dnfblr#gnfblr#dreamblr#404blr
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to clarify.. the return reused this scene from fwwm but in b&w instead of colour


It’s 10:10 am on February 16th.
Kyle MacLachlan | Twin Peaks: The Return
#this is the return? it looks like fwwm#<-prev#funny enough…#while i typed ‘fwwm’#autocorrect suggested the word#‘dream’#twin peaks#dale cooper#agent cooper#twin peaks the return#fire walk with me#kyle maclachlan#david lynch#gordon cole#dream
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I had a dream last night I was on DS9 talking to Rom and he looked at me and said "Quark's favorite color is Odo, but he won't emit it." what does this mean?
#star trek#star trek ds9#ds9#deep space nine#st ds9#odo#quark ds9#rom ds9#quodo#dream#star trek deep space nine#deep space 9
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puppy dream
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But also Tommy who took control of his own destiny and became the stronger one in the end.
Tubbo, who's knowledge and strength surpassed all expectations. No, he's not the pawn anymore, he's the fucking queen of the chess board.
Wilbur who self destructed from his own actions, left to face the music by those he would call family and those who would've also considered him as such.
Dream, who's mask fell to show who he really was, only to be destroyed by the one thing, the one person he underestimated all for power.
Technoblade who still gave strength to his friends, his closest friends, even if he was far away.
How the DSMP became a devastating reality
yo, do you guys ever think about just how reflective that the events of the DreamSMP were of reality?? hear me out here:
• Wilbur sets off something innovative and quite literally revolutionary. In the end, he isn't quite as noble as he seems. the worst parts of him seep through the cracks and his image shatters, cutting himself and everyone around him.
• Tubbo eventually refuses to play the pawn, splitting off to purse the things he is truly passionate about
• Technoblade—always leagues ahead of everyone else, clearly on another level (oh gosh, i'm tearing up here)
• Dream's identity confuses everyone—is he good? is he bad? who is he? Has an alarming obsession with Tommy, and a sever case of main character syndrome
• Tommy—the main character in the end. slowly loosing the flamboyance and fire that once characterized him. always drawing the short straw. always left to pick up the broken pieces.
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